My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

The two swords clashed suddenly in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere in an instant.

A thin layer of cold sweat had unknowingly seeped from Shen Yulin's forehead. His expression was serious, and the knuckles of his fingers, gripping the sword hilt tightly, were slightly white from excessive force.

At this moment, his hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably.

But this trembling was not out of fear; rather, after such a fierce battle, he was beginning to feel a sense of exhaustion.

Because every swing of his sword and every time he blocked an attack, it seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Looking at Xie Yan opposite, she still appeared completely at ease and relaxed, not even her breathing was out of control.

Shen Yulin wiped his sweat, bowed to Xie Yan with admiration, and said, "I concede defeat."

He knew Xie Yan was highly skilled in martial arts, but he never expected her to have reached such a superb level.

His inner strength is probably on par with that of his master, Daoist Qingyun.

No wonder he said that the various secret manuals were useless to him.

"This must be the seventh time he's admitted defeat to Young Master Xie." Yu Bai sat on his horse, watching the two who had just finished their battle from afar, and admired Shen Yulin's perseverance.

Along the way, he would rest several times and then come to spar with Xie Yan several times, suffering defeat after defeat, but he never gave up.

As Yu Bai was sighing, he suddenly noticed the gaze of his lord looking over.

Yu Bai: "..."

He immediately dismounted and ran over to interrupt Shen Yulin and Xie Yan's conversation.

"Young Master Shen, Young Master Xie, we've rested enough, shall we continue our journey?"

Xie Yan glanced at him knowingly but didn't expose him, then shifted her gaze to Chu Ling, who was seriously reading a book in the back.

After staring at him for several moments, Chu Ling looked back at him as if only then noticing, revealing a puzzled smile.

Xie Yan: ...Stop pretending. You always send Yu Bai. Can't you send someone else?

Shen Yulin showed no displeasure at being disturbed, and nodded with a smile to Yu Bai, saying, "Okay."

Xie Yan sheathed her sword, but instead of heading towards Chu Ling, she walked to the last carriage in the procession.

He lifted the carriage curtain and went inside. Inside lay A-Mo, whom Tao Xian had rescued from the brink of death.

Looking at Amo lying there motionless, Xie Yan said calmly, "Stop pretending."

No one responded from inside the carriage.

"I can let you keep pretending forever."

Amo opened his eyes abruptly, awkwardly clutching his stomach as he got up.

Xie Yan looked at her, smiled gently, and said, "Now that you're awake, it's time to go back to Fengyun Tower."

Upon hearing this, A-Mo looked suspicious, her voice still weak, "You're going to let me go back so easily?"

Then the next second she heard Xie Yan say, "Of course there are conditions."

As expected! She knew it!

"What conditions?"

Xie Yan looked down at her and said something shocking, "I want you to monitor the every move of that old scoundrel Dongfang Yuan after you return to Fengyun Tower."

"OP?!"

Amo exclaimed in surprise, and just as she opened her mouth wide, a pill was flicked from Xie Yan's hand into her mouth.

"Cough cough cough!" Amo realized what was happening and immediately lay down to gag his throat.

But no matter how hard she tried to pry it out, the pill seemed to dissolve as soon as it entered her body, and she couldn't spit it out no matter what.

"What did you feed me?!"

Xie Yan clapped her hands slowly, looking surprised, and asked back, "What else could it be? The Nine-Turn Great Tonic Pill?"

Amo: "..."

A moment later, Ah Mo, looking resentful, got out of the car and headed towards Fengyun Tower.

After he finished doing these things, just as the group was about to set off, they saw the young disciple of the Azure Water Sword Sect running over, holding a letter high in his hand.

With a beaming smile, he exclaimed, "Senior Brother! Master has sent a letter!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yulin immediately stopped and turned around to take the letter from his hand.

He opened the letter, and after reading it, a slight look of surprise appeared on his face.

The young disciple, filled with curiosity, couldn't help but stand on tiptoe to see what Master had said. "Senior Brother, what did Master say?"

Shen Yulin put away the letter, sighed softly, and first looked at Xie Yan, "It seems we need to change our course."

"Going to a birthday banquet?"

Shen Yulin, riding a magnificent horse with a bright coat, followed closely beside Chu Ling's carriage and nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He explained, "A senior martial arts master who has retired from the martial arts world for many years is about to celebrate his sixtieth birthday. He has sent out invitations to people from all walks of life in the martial arts world to come and offer his congratulations."

Hearing his words, Xuanfeng was somewhat puzzled and couldn't help but interject, "Won't that conflict with the martial arts tournament?"

Shen Yulin shook his head. "The martial arts tournament won't be held for at least another month, while this senior's birthday banquet is just around the corner."

"Moreover, all the sects and factions will probably send people there, and perhaps they can help you clear your name there, Brother Xie."

Shen Yulin smiled slightly at Xie Yan, but was interrupted by Chu Ling the next second.

Chu Ling tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention, before asking, "Who is it?"

Shen Yulin paused for a moment before slowly realizing who Chu Ling was asking about.

The elder who hosted this birthday banquet was named Cheng Nanchun, who was famous in the martial arts world for his superb boxing skills.

What this senior is most famous for is that he was not originally a martial arts practitioner, but a scholar who was too weak to even kill a chicken.

Back then, Cheng Nanchun and his family went to the capital to take the imperial examination, but unexpectedly encountered a group of vicious mountain bandits on the way.

His family members were killed by bandits while trying to cover his escape.

Just when he was about to be caught in a calamity, he was fortunate enough to encounter a passing chivalrous man who rescued him from the bandits.

This incident dealt a heavy blow to Cheng Nanchun. He had studied diligently for over ten years, all for the sake of eradicating all illegal activities in the world.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he couldn't even protect his own family.

Seeing his plight, the passing swordsman felt a pang of pity. He also noticed the boy's extraordinary physique, recognizing him as a promising martial arts student, and asked if he wanted to learn from him.

Cheng Nanchun was determined to die at the time, but he was saved by the chivalrous man. He also had the idea of ​​revenge in his heart, so he agreed immediately.

After some investigation, Cheng Nanchun learned that his benefactor was actually a well-known martial arts master in the martial arts world.

He immediately abandoned his literary pursuits and took up martial arts, becoming this man's disciple.

Cheng Nanchun was indeed a promising martial arts student. He practiced diligently day and night, and within a few years he had mastered the essence of that set of boxing techniques.

After that, he used his powerful iron fists to punish evil and promote good, establishing a formidable reputation in the martial arts world.

Even after he retired from martial arts, he never forgot his original intention of practicing martial arts, and did more good deeds and acts of charity, becoming even more famous than before.